When everything feels like a smooth path. The feeling you get when all the ideas match.
Christian Paul
Everyone knew their place, had their job, and lived their lives within a web of community. This was the only safe place for people like them and so they took extra efforts to keep their home safe and hidden. No longer afraid of persecution until the day their savior arrived.
Sometimes, things just fit, just melt and merge into each other. Sometimes, it is seamless, caramel and milk mixed together in a cake. Sometimes it is individualities working together, the bright colors of a tapis, each thread expertly slotted into place by the weaver, from chaos into a pattern that means home. Or on a friendship bracelet dangling from a safety pin on jeans, speaking of summer and smiles and promises of forever.
When everything feels like a smooth path. The feeling you get when all the ideas match.
Everyone knew their place, had their job, and lived their lives within a web of community. This was the only safe place for people like them and so they took extra efforts to keep their home safe and hidden. No longer afraid of persecution until the day their savior arrived.
Sometimes, things just fit, just melt and merge into each other. Sometimes, it is seamless, caramel and milk mixed together in a cake. Sometimes it is individualities working together, the bright colors of a tapis, each thread expertly slotted into place by the weaver, from chaos into a pattern that means home. Or on a friendship bracelet dangling from a safety pin on jeans, speaking of summer and smiles and promises of forever.